As usual, this post is a collection of a longer thread on twitter, cleaned up typos and additional thoughts etc. Start of thread is here Good friend PleasantlyTwstd had a great thread on moral purity tests thrown at Black, POC, Queer, Disabled and other creators around engaging with problematic* media…

As always, this is a reformatted, spell checked, etc version of a twitter thread. I miss doing #CoffeeWithCypher streams. But I just don’t have the strength to deal with the fuckery that comes from the “Just Chatting” category. It’s disheartening & heartbreaking to deal with the foolishness that comes with…

I’m also full of feels about today when I remembered what today marks. It’s four years since I got canned at IIT, that I set off on this wild journey of doing INDG full time, becoming more of a public speaker, streamer and full time diversity advocate. I’m … burnt…

This thread happened mid flight cause I was super irritated by the guy next to me and not being able to sleep as I usually do. Also due to some things that happened at Unplugged and at many, many panels I have been on before. …

Some days I wonder when the bottom will fall out of what I am doing. When I’ll have to get a full time gig, reporting to someone else again. For all that I’m “successful” I feel like it’s just a matter of time before things crumble. The world is burning…

It’s #WorldMentalHealthDay and I wanted to talk about things I don’t always discuss on here, cause, well people. But it’s important, and I’d be remiss in my duty as a @TakeThisOrg stream ambassador not to, especially on today. I have anxiety, depression, and body dysmorphia. The first two affect me…

As for any remaining pins and patches, they are en route to me and may arrive today or tomorrow. What does this mean? Well fulfilling these myself is going to be a PITA. So I was thinking of doing the following: Leave a pre-order shop up and have Geekify fulfill…

Originally tweeted during my flight home on 9/3 and cleaned up for typos, etc. I swear to dog, this trip is doing it’s level best to make me hate traveling. If you are in a window seat and need to get up for any reason; and the person the aisle…

I’m not beautiful… never have been and never will be. Not in the sense most people think of beauty anyway. The word makes me uncomfortable when applied to me. Especially when I try to talk about how I feel about myself, my body, my looks on line. Mainly on twitter…